prompt was "this is going to hurt" but i made it fluffy. silly little wingies au drabble
Simon Riley shows affection in often-subtle ways: Sitting close enough to Johnny to have their shoulders touch. Tangling their legs under the table while they sit somewhere and have coffee. Fussing over John’s hair and feathers, as haphazard as they always are, trying to get them to at least resemble something like intentional style and not “just rolled out of bed and went with it”..
“Christ’s sake,” Simon mutters under his breath as he tries smoothing down flyaways on Soap’s head. “Do you ever do anything with this mop on your head? Or do you just let fate decide how it’ll look for the day?”
“There’s a strategy to it,” Johnny explains, giggling underneath Simon’’s fussing. He’d never admit it to anyone--except Simon, of course--that being the target of someone’s finicky nitpicking meant more to him than the other would think. It meant Simon currently is and previously was paying attention to the little details about him. It just so happened that the detail he focused on was “fixable” by Simon.
“You need to cut this shit shorter,” Simon rumbles under his breath as he sweeps a hand over Johnny’s mohawk. “You’d have a chance at taming it then.”
“It’s fine as is,” he retorts lightheartedly. “As if you don’t have horrible bedhead when you wake up. Not all of us can just don a mask and hide it.” He can tangibly feel Simon’s face twist further into a frown behind his back. He’s about to spit another quip when he feels tugging on his primary feathers, making him flinch automatically.
“Not all of us are hell-bent on looking like wet cats either.”
“That’s a low blow, Simon.” Johnny pouts. “You can’t--”
“Hush.” Simon says sharply. “This is going to hurt a bit.”
“What’s go--” Simon’s fingers dig into his hair and pull, working a stubborn knot out at the expense of John’s state of mind.
“Jesus,” he hisses, reflexively ducking away from the talons Simon suddenly seemed to have instead of fingers. “Warn a man, yeah?”
“I did.”
“You didn’t give me time to process it!”
“I don’t have time to ‘wait for you to process’ everything I say, daft.” While Simon speaks, his fingers smooth over John’s sheer-black feathers, fingers gently twining through fluff. It instantly calms Johnny down, making him damn near slump over as he revels in the feeling. “At least you look presentable now.”
A slurred mumble is all Simon’s met with. “I’ll forgive you for now.”
using my silly little brain to hc that the game happens over a long period of time [or, at least, starts after humanity has been gone for a while] so the surface has regrown and flourishes with plant life. in thsi essay i will
Trans people need to start naming themselves like puritans but like the other way. I need to start hanging out with bitches named Contempt and Decadence and Heresy
went and did it, made a cod oc...their name is spyhopper [after that thing sharks do] and they wear orange protective eyeware ad that's how you ca tell it's the from afar
klinger this is chroma. you should play him bc he does great damage and contributes to the team with his augments.also he is a dragon, like you. aspire to be big and strong like him
hoooooaaaaaahhh (me, a solitary bee, yawning) man am I tuckered out. i need a nap (clamps my mandibles onto a plant stem so I don't fall and falls asleep) snzzzzzzzzzz